Flower Crown • BLOAH •

What Now

Noah's POV

Ring, ring, ri-

"Hello?" The person on the other end said.

"Hey Ant! It's Noah."

"Hey man, what's up?" He asked, the overpowering sound of wind in the background.

"Are you driving?"

"Yeah, let me close the windows."

I listened quietly as the noises began to fade. The only thought running through my mind was how to ask my best friend to help me with this.

"Alright, why'd you call?"

"Can't a guy just call his best friend to see how he's doing?"

"Not if you're that guy Mr. texting is more convenient."

"Ok, ok, anyways, I need your help."

"With?"

My heart started pounding faster as I weighed my options in my head. I couldn't exactly back down now, but I was so nervous.

"Discovering my sexuality." I mumbled.

"Huh?"

"Discovering my sexuality!"

"Dude, chill out."

"Sorry."

"I can help you with that though."

Now I was curious. Anthony was the guy you went to with any sort of problem because he somehow knew everything, but I thought this might be out of his reach.

I just hope his plan is good enough to stop me from being so weird around Blake.

"What do you have in mind?"

"We binge watch some gay movies, then some straight ones. You decide which you prefer."

"Anthony, that's ridiculous! How is that going to help me? What if the gay movie is just better?"

"Oh, I never thought of that." I sighed.

Maybe I would have to tackle this on my own.

"Never mind, I'll figure it out myself."

"You sure? Cause we can brainstorm."

"Yeah I'm sure, bye Ant."

"Bye bye bitch." I laughed, hanging up the phone.

It's finally the weekend, so I have some time to just lie around and think.

I looked up at the now sunset painted sky, realizing that I'd been in Blake's driveway for a little over 2 hours.

After quickly turning on my car, I drove away as fast as possible, praying that no one heard me.

I'd had enough embarrassment for one day, I didn't need to add potential stalker to the plate.

When I finally made it home, it was 9:15. My parents were going to kill me if they were home, but thankfully, I didn't see their cars.

I ran upstairs, going into my room and locking the door.

I changed quickly and was about to climb in bed when I looked down and saw the mess of papers from Blake and I's project.

That made all the memories flood back of how distant I had been acting and why Blake thought I didn't want to help.

I really need to figure this out.

I crawled into bed, throwing the covers back and staring up at the ceiling.

Nothing was making since right now. Could I possibly be gay?

I mean, Blake is the most perfect person I've ever met and definitely adorable.

Every girl I had dated had been very dry and boring, always wearing too much makeup and too little clothing.

But Blake wore whatever he wanted, including those beautiful flower crowns.

I rolled over and stared at the flower crown that Blake had left in my car that was now sitting on my nightstand.

It was made with real flowers that looked fresh and colorful, the thin branches intertwining perfectly, making me think back to when we held hands.

Realization hit me suddenly like a ton of bricks. I had liked Blake for the past year, I just didn't know it.

Every single day, I would look for him in the halls and watch him talk with his friends.

Dixie would go on and on about random things, but all I could focus on was Blake.

Since becoming popular, I had girls wrapped around my finger, all wanting to date me.

But I always turned them down, never feeling a true connection.

Somehow, I had felt a stronger connection with Blake over the past week than with a girl I dated for 3 months.

How had I not known sooner?

Now all I had to do was act normal around him until I asked him out.

With time, maybe, just maybe, he'll like me back.